Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.